Good Memories

These days I often think about what I will leave behind.  Leaving behind when I depart this earth. Yes, this is morbid me again anticipating my demise. 

Yesterday I started feeling a little "off."  I don't know what it is, not a cold (thank goodness).   
These days, when each day when my arthritis claims a little more of my mobility.  

These days when my extra beat heart slows me down from too much physical activity. 

These days when I require an afternoon nap a minimum of an hour (sometimes more, much more). 

Yes, these days when I'm turning into my Mother sleeping a lot and being tired most of the other times I think about what I will leave behind.  Not that it would make much difference to me because I do believe than when I die I will enter the Great Void.  

Yes folks, that's right. I don't believe in the Great Hereafter.  Oh sure, I would like to believe that there is a Heaven. A place where I would go after this life of turmoil and strife and stress interrupted every now and then with brief periods of happiness and peace. Who wouldn't?  Now don't anyone go preaching to me about "You have to have faith."  Keep that "faith" to  your self you evangelicals. Evangelicals which I have little time for (actually no time) since they're giving our criminal president a "Mulligan" on his past and continuing sins as long as he subscribes to their agenda. But I digress.

While I was organizing my photos this morning (a pastime I find as relaxing as my blogger friend Dr. Spo finds making Hawaiian shirts) I was listening to my Artie Shaw Pandora Internet radio station.  The Glenn Miller song "Johnson Rag" was playing. That brought back so many fond memories for me. I had that original record from my Mom's old Victrola. I don't have it anymore, Bill gave the Victrola and all those old 78 rpm records away to his friend Damon (who probably put them in a landfill, knowing Damon).  

What I was thinking was that a person like Glen Miller, who had so much talent and was so productive during his lifetime will live forever because of the legacy he left behind. So many of our icons in the entertainment industry (which is my main interest) and other fields like science, music, literature and medicine leave these forever legacies.  I feel sad because I'm leaving nothing behind.  Have I wasted my time on this earth these past 76 years? 

My honest answer is that no, I haven't.  I've brought happiness to some (they know who they are). I've irritated others (mainly because I wouldn't take THEIR direction in how to live my life) and for most I've made no impact at all. But one thing I have done, or haven't is more accurate. I haven't done any damage, unlike our current criminal president and his enablers. But don't worry I'm not going to go down that rabbit hole now.  I only mention it because I think our current state of affairs in our country now has put me into this deep funk.  I hope I live long enough to see Trump and his criminal conspiracy enablers in jail, just like the Watergate criminals. 

My life hasn't been wasted.  I don't have a rendition of a song like "Johnson Rag" to leave behind for people to remember me by.  But what I do have is that I've been a good person and haven't harmed anyone.  And I've contributed to society by working all these years, paying taxes, and sprinkling occasional kindnesses here and there. And as I said before, those who don't like me, their  complaint is that I didn't do what THEY wanted me to do FOR them. Live my life the way they dictated.  For that I am so proud that I didn't sell my soul, unlike all these Republican senators.  Like Wisconsin Senator Ron Johnson yesterday who spread the false rumor about "Secret Societies" to discredit the FBI which is doing a legitimate investigate of the criminal enterprise that is in the White House now.  

Now I feel better that I've expunged these negative feelings that have been building up in me.  And all the while I've been playing Glenn Miller tunes in the background while I wrote this blog. I had to turn off the news.  I am so sick of seeing Trump and his constant barrage of lies.  

How to end this dirge that I just composed?  Time for lunch then going to work today. "When You Wish Upon a Star" is playing now. What a perfect way to end this posting. Have a great day everyone!




 By the way, I did wish upon a star and my dream came true.